"How fast..."The realization hit Owen like a truck as he looked at Ryuk, who was now before him.
Fear gripped him from the suddenness, but he forcefully reigned it down,
"DIIIIIIII—!"He tried to scream, but the words died in his throat when Ryuk extended a hand and flicked a single finger into the center of his Adam's apple.
"UUCCK—!" Spittle came flying out as Owen was forced a few steps backwards, but he came shooting forward again, swiftly slashing his sickle toward Ryuk's neck.
CLAAAAAAANNNNG
PUUUUCCHHIIIIIIII—
The sound of iron clashing rang out.
Owen felt his weapon connect with something, and he maintained his slashing motion—until something felt off.
His eyes widened in shock as he slowly stood upright.
He looked at his weapon and found its edge had shattered.
Cracks ran down what remained in his hands.
Then—
TRICKLE...
He felt liquid pouring down his face.
Raising his hand, he touched near his eyes and realized it wasn't just blood.
